#not that everyone interested in this debate thinks this way but it just feels tied to the idea of jon being a trueborn heir

[ladystoneboobs]

no of fence to jon snow fans who for some reason care about his exact age, but these discussions just annoy me no end. not only bc there's no way any weirwood flashbacks bran has to rhaegar/lyanna will come with time/datestamps, but also bc there's always comments like this:

SEVERAL turns of the moon (ie, months)?! have these people never seen a human baby before or just have no concept of their ages? even if we take into account travel time from the toj to wf, meaning jon was not a newborn too fresh out the oven when catelyn and robb arrived, there's still a difference between a newborn and a 3mo and an even bigger difference between those infants and an older baby 5-7mo. there's very good reasons these lines were cut. whatever birthdates can be worked out internally for jon and robb from when they're first mentioned as 15 and 16 don't matter in the end, bc grrm doesn't care about a consistent timeline and the actual text of catelyn's pov and ned's convo with robert about cheating on her should outweigh any guesstimates about jon's official nameday wrt robb's. catelyn may not have cared for jon, but she would sure as hell have noticed his nameday if it came before robb's and made him ned's firstborn. if jon's birthday canonically came before robb's then either ned's cover story would not involve adultery (not impossible for him to sire a bastard before his wedding), or he'd just give jon a new nameday along with his new name to fit the adultery lie. it makes no sense for him to lie about one and not the other, undermining the big lie with a little public clue of his story not adding up. whatever else she was as a stepmother, cat wasn't stupid and a bastard who was actually the eldest son being raised alongside her trueborn heir could be an even bigger insult than whether he was born of adultery or not.

BUT, the unknowability of jon's true birthday is not the only reason this annoys me, it's bc this is all based on the assumption that jon must be older since rhaegar/lyanna ran off together before ned married cat, as if both boys must have been conceived asap as robb canonically was when his parents consummated their marriage. and that's not how human reproduction works! even if you don't understand how fast babies grow in the first year, you should know that people who get pregnant do so through ovulation cycles and a lucky sperm finding an egg and all that, not just immediately getting knocked up as soon as one has p-in-v sex for the first time. not unless you only know mean girls sex ed where if you have sex you will get pregnant and die. (even tho lyanna did die, there's plenty of canon examples where pregnancy did not lead straight to death. also examples of people who did not get pregnant right away and even some who are/were sexually active and childless without always having moon tea on hand.) we can't know how long lyanna was having sex before that sperm+egg match happened or even how long she was with rhaegar before losing her technical virginity. if they were married, doesn't it make sense to think they didn't consummate their relationship until the wedding night either? that's the only leverage there is to ensure a status as wife rather than just mistress.

and while i just said grrm doesn't care about exact timelines and a lot is still foggy surrounding the rebellion and esp rhaegar, there is one timemarker wrt robert's rebellion he voluntarily threw in, time and time again: that stannis was besieged at storm's end for almost a whole year. that siege, which mind you, did not match the duration of the entire war. it only started after robert won his battles at gulltown and summerhall, returned to storm's end, and then went out and lost the battle of ashford, leaving his homeland open to the reachermen. the same siege which only ended when ned made a detour there after the sack of king's landing, before going to the toj. even if lyanna may not have given birth that exact day ned found her, she could only be waiting in that bloody bed for weeks at the most, not months. so if rhaegar knocked her up the very same night he carried her off and jon was still a newborn when ned found her after the siege of storm's end had ended, wouldn't that mean lyanna was pregnant for well over a year? that's not how human pregnancy works either! so, maybe that's proof that jon and robb, whichever order they were actually born in, were actually very close in age as babies, much closer than if they were both conceived asap.

and really, jon's actual birthdate does not matter imho, when he was raised not just as the bastard to robb's trueborn heir, but with robb also known by catelyn and the world as ned's firstborn (which he was, in any case, as jon was ned's nephew by birth). what difference could a birthdate before robb's make (even were there some means of discovery) after ned, cat, and robb are all dead? if one is looking only at his birth parents then he's only a firstborn child on lyanna's side, but definitely a second son on rhaegar's side. maybe he was always meant to be a second son with a not much older half-brother! even if the aegon fka young griff is not in fact rhaegar's son, he'll still be known as aegon vi targaryen, meaning jon will never be known as any father's elder son. if i may reference mean girls again, it's not going to happen.

[thecoolblackwaves]

Family Of Nerds: Feanorian Modern AU

(I’m sorry this is somewhat Americanized I just don’t have enough knowledge about anywhere else to make those allusions) (Also please reblog with your own headcanons or other thoughts!)

Feanor 

Philologist; studies language history

Often assists at various museums, colleges, archeological sites, etc

Has published several books and given many lectures 

Creates his own languages like Tengwar for fun, also is a hobby blacksmith

Teaches his children many archaic languages no one else speaks and takes his family on "educational" vacations 

Also attends every convention known to man, even ones that have seemingly nothing to do with his own interests, dressed to the nines and spends his time there signing books and debating other people 

Loves his wife just as madly as the day he met her and is ecstatic he married his high school sweetheart

Idolizes his father. Would have done great following his political career if he hadn't "ruined" his public image by becoming a teen parent, ultimately feels he's made the right decisions for his life though and is happy with his work

Rivalry with Fingolfin over who can host the best dinner party (and you best believe he wears smart-ass punny aprons while cooking a six course meal for his guests)

Nerdanel 

Professional sculptor and multimedia artist

Teaches classes at an arts college 

Is known to eat the fruit out of the bowls her students are sketching when no one is looking

Cannot cook to save her life 

Enthusiastically attends every possible event in her family’s calendar no matter the weather or lack of skill at a toddler dance recital 

Dresses in a fabulously bohemian eccentric artist way; stole the show when she attended the Grammys with Makalaure and has been featured in several fashion magazines 

Carries all sorts of art supplies and seemingly random tools in her purse at all times, including a chisel, googly eyes, edible glitter, a bajillion hair ties, DW40, and peanut M&Ms

Has a calm, wise disposition that belies her truly chaotic nature

Often looked to for advice from her students and children and will only pull your leg when she thinks you’re being stupid 

Does give genuinely good advice though, mostly because she is uncanny in her ability to read people and observe subtle hints 

Maitimo

Studied communications, currently working as his father’s apprentice but hopes to find a position as a public relations specialist 

Uses his intimidating stature and loud, deep voice to his advantage as needed

Was born while his parents were teenagers and still living with their families, he remembers watching cartoons with Grandpa Finwe and being babysat by his uncles 

Also attended his mother’s graduation from art school as a small child and clapped until his little hands hurt 

Is painfully aware of how all his younger brothers look up to him - literally - and sometimes struggles with the pressures of setting a good example, though he does much better than he realizes 

Drinks his coffee from a mug that reads “don’t make this ginger snap” (Nerdanel has a matching one)

The gayest gay to ever gay, informs everyone of this via cheesy tee shirts gifted from his brothers and cousins 

Drives a minivan, claims he chose it because it was the only car that would fit his legs and not because he can haul his brothers around in it 

Frequently complains about missing the technology of his childhood but resents being called a millennial 

Makalaure 

Grammy award winning artist and composer

Created the score for a recent movie that bloomed his popularity and brought him to the limelight 

Has a Youtube channel with several music videos he definitely didn’t blackmail his family into filming with him 

Also performed on Broadway once and will not let you forget it 

Used to skip school to busk in the train station and once caught his math teacher also skipping school 

Extremely popular with interviewers, camera crew, and other industry specialists for his kindness and crazy stories about his family 

Donates large amounts of his royalties to children’s hospitals and other charities 

Used to hog the bathroom in the mornings to put on makeup and style his hair 

Practices Beyonce dance routines in the mirror, has convinced Curufin to do them with him before 

Spent a semester studying in Sydney, Australia and fainted after encountering a large spider in his dorm room 

Tyelkormo

Forest ranger at a National Park 

Works at outdoor summer camps every year, all the children love him and his giant fluffy dog

Also volunteers at animal shelters and the wildlife rehabilitation center at the National Park 

Creatine for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; drinks so much milk Nerdanel used to tell him it was why his hair was white 

Wakes up at 5 in the morning to exercise (disgusting)

Got a long bow for Christmas one year (the note said Santa but he knows it was his mom) and practices in the backyard by shooting at Amrod’s pumpkins 

Metalhead, particularly likes viking metal and Nordic black metal 

Made Huan his own battle vest complete with dog-themed patches such as “Bad to the Bone” and “No Leashes No Masters” 

Tells the most terrible jokes you’ve ever heard then laughs like a seagull vomiting up a stolen bag of Doritos 

Extremely loyal to his family, sometimes to a fault 

Carnistar

Professional business accountant 

Also does taxes as a side hustle because “it’s so easy” 

Is obsessed with Oreos but will not admit it because of his brother's teasing about "Moryo's Oreos" 

Obligatory family goth and not ashamed of it 

Started mending his hand-me-down clothes as a necessity and got into sewing, now makes fantastic garments for his family and friends to wear 

Halloween is the only valid holiday, he spends the entire year making his costume (it’s usually a vampire or some fandom character)

Stays up until 3am gaming on a PC he and Feanor built together one summer, favorite game is currently Balder’s Gate 

Had to take speech therapy as a child and later some anger management classes.... because he got too good at expressing himself

Curufin

Silversmith and jewelry maker 

Specializes in accessories for ballet dancers and other performers 

Ballet dancer since he was young, never succeeded with a professional career but still practices daily and chose his specialty to remain part of the scene 

Holds a serious grudge against certain critics that failed his entry to ballet academy (will not sell his products to them or their schools)

Always looking for new business opportunities, not always in the most honest of ways 

Struggles with self esteem issues 

Has several cats and claims they betray him when they snuggle with Huan but secretly finds it adorable 

Frequently collaborates with Caranthir to make elaborate costumes just for the fun of it 

Made a tiara for his favorite cat, Princess Paws

Would sleep until four in the afternoon if you let him (or if Princess Paws didn’t wake him up screaming for food)

Amrod

Gardening Club President at his school 

Started a trade and barter farmers market after school to reduce waste and share the bounty of his and fellow club member’s gardens 

Frequently tries to convince his parents to turn their property into a “self sufficient homestead”, leaves pamphlets and pictures of adorable baby animals lying around the house 

Enlisted the help of his twin and Maitimo to build a chicken coop, forgot to ask Feanor’s permission first 

Demands payment in the form of fresh caught fish or deer jerky for the use of his gourds in Tyelko’s target practice 

Has definitely switched places with Amros to escape trouble or science tests 

Often neglects his homework for pursuits he feels are more important, will only do it without complaint when Carnistar tells him to 

Had eyes for the cool-looking red glow on the stove as a child and was banned from the kitchen for most of his adolescence 

Is generally a persistent and stubborn person (wonder where he got it from)

Amros 

Amateur photographer with an instagram following nearing one million 

Account consists of 95% nature photography and 5% “The Adventures of Huan and Princess Paws” as he follows them around the back yard 

Takes all of Makalaure’s headshots and creates his album covers, also photographs Curufin’s jewelry to upload to his retail website 

“Borrows” Carnistar’s prized PC to upload and edit his photos 

Conspired with Amrod to convince their elementary school classmates they were secretly Fred and George Weasley disguised as Muggles, ultimately failed because someone thought their accents “just sounded like they were copying Peppa Pig”

Still pulls out his British accent on occasion when someone needs cheering up 

Inherited Nerdanel’s keen observation skills, mostly uses them to blackmail his brothers into doing his chores 

But also gives the most amazing presents because he knows exactly what everyone truly wants 

[ccrites]

Signal Lost

I've had something happen to me that's so incredible and that I could have never hoped, something so touching and so unbelievable that it made me rethink a whole lot of stuff: a wonderful reader on Ao3 started reading my long-form fic (101k words!!!) and commented basically every chapter after a certain point. And wow, I would have never thought something like this might happen.

And yeah, it is my first fic with plot in it, yeah I will never believe it to be perfect, but it's good enough. And receiving all those emails from Ao3 really was the highlight of my days over the course of which I saw said reader slowly go through all my favorite parts!

And so I wish to give it some spotlight here, while I'm finishing up my school year and work and whatever! I will post this here for now, but I will drop chapters every few days and make a Masterlist for it this weekend. (nvm I don't have the energy to do this any time soon lmao) I have too many loose ideas in my head so this is just to pass the time till the brain worms wiggle all in the same direction

So without further ado:

Link to AO3 here : Signal Lost - a John Price x reader fic

----- here's a blurb to pique your interest!

“I don’t think I’ve ever received a document as classified as this one. What am I supposed to do with it, Kate?” he says, dragging his thumb across the pile of papers, each file filled with more ink than the last.

“You asked for proof, there’s your proof,” Laswell says.

“You said you’ll bring someone competent, and who can help us, this doesn’t tell me shit.” He stares blankly at the screen, tired. She stares back.

“The Captain specifically asked to keep this under wraps.”

He rubs at his face, scratching at his beard. It’s getting long again.

“Who is he, anyway?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

He groans again, picking up the file on top. No photo, no name, no age, no height, weight, no nothing . And he thought Simon was secretive.

“What can you tell me?”

“It’s the closest we’ve ever gotten to him. Did things a particular way.”

He shifts through the papers. “And the discharge?”

“Left after the entire team got wiped out. Messy stuff.”

“That why he doesn’t show his face?” He bends forward, grabbing the cigar from the ashtray and bringing it to his lips.

“John.” Her voice carries a heavy warning.

“Just sayin’,” he says, biting around the cigar with one side of the mouth. “What kinda captain doesn’t go down with his men?”

“Got enough guilt as is. You’re lucky I convinced them.”

They both remain silent. They know the missions would be a slippery slope. One wrong move and a war is started. He puffs a cloud of smoke.

“Anything else?” John asks.

Kate looks to the side, her face illuminated by another screen. He can see her hesitate, her lips are pursed in a thin line as if she’s debating her options.

“You’ve worked together before.”

His face lights up. “Finally! Who?”

Her face immediately hardens back up. “Can’t tell, John, my hands are tied.” She sighs. “You were still a Lieutenant.”

Years ago then. He mentally catalogs everyone he’s ever worked with, but he knows that at that age, he was throwing himself at every available mission, wanting to make a name for himself. “So an old fart then? How’s that gonna help us?” If the guy was a Captain when he was still a Lieutenant, and he felt himself grow old, he can’t imagine who Laswell is bringing back from the dead.

Laswell’s face distorts, he knows he’s pushing her buttons, but he has to know.

“Not older than you John.”

His eyebrows raise. “Oh?”

---

or

returning to the military to hunt Makarov is hard enough, to do it with your past lover is even harder. a "friends to lovers to enemies to friends and back to lovers" story

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Tags and other CW: will be posted for each chapter containing warnings for more hardcore stuff (i.e., torture and angst namely), but this is a fanfic, with smut, so if you want all the tags feel free to check the ao3 link bc there are a LOT and I am lazy to retype them all here

[ecstacy-appleofmyeye]

cabin 14//iris kids headcanons

a/n: the hcs will be updated and edited as i come up with more

when iris kids get claimed a small rainbow appears over their heads—like a halo—regardless of the weather and if they're inside or not.

the cabin is made of marble and a prism hangs above the door that splits light and makes a rainbow when it's sunny.

inside it's very colourful. the beds, the paintings, the sculptures, the carpet.

iris kids are very indecisive so they always change the colours of the cabin. there have been fights between them on what colour/s to use next, what colour is too overused and other small, petty things.

they (almost) never have serious fights 'cause they're always able to communicate properly and resolve it/find a middle ground.

im probably not the first to say it but most—if not all—iris kids are queer/lgbtq+

they are the first to know when another camper is gay/trans/queer, since most other kids feel more comfortable discussing these things with iris kids.

they have a pretty good relationship with their mom. she even visits them or sends them messages throw rainbows.

the cabin has pots of all sizes with flowers from the demeter kids. they are good friends, along with some apollo and hermes kids. they help the demeter cabin grow strawberries and other fauna.

iris kids have a healthy competitions with ares kids. it's not uncommon to find an iris and ares kid having a playful banter, or fighting somewhere in the woods.

aphrodite kids love shipping them together. some iris/ares kids like to entertain them and tease eachother even more. others find it funny.

iris children are the third fastest cabin, after the hermes cabin(no. 1) and most of the ares kids(no. 2).

they don't like hardcore workouts—like ares kids—but they like jogging around the lake or throw the forest. sometimes they let apollo kids run with them to keep them company.

iris kids try to be friendly with everyone at camp(they are, sort of, cousins after all), but they won't hesitate to fight someone if needed.

they are pretty solid fighters when they need to, tho it's always the last resort for them. they prefer to try and communicate instead of going straight to beating eachother up(like ares kids. they swear it's easier and faster ti resolve things that way, but iris kids strongly disagree).

iris kids always try to stand their ground at fight for what they believe in.

they love a good debate(usually with ares kids)

most have light curly hair, usually short, tho they like to dye it from time to time. they also have brown eyes that look hazel/golden in the sun.

they are dog/hamster ppl.

not elaborating

i know it in my bones that the absolutely love and squeal when they see dogs in the street.

in some paintings iris is depicted as a goddess with wings (golden or white) but a lot of her kids didn't inherit that. some like to manipulate light to make it seem like they have transparent wings. so when an iris kid with wings comes to camp they lose it. they think it's so cool to have the ability to fly, just like that.

they love going to the pegasi stables with hypnos and aphrodite kids.

no matter their skin colour, they always seem to literally shine, like they have glitter all over them—they do.

they like to throw glitter everywhere (little misfortune ref)

one time the glitter went to the strawberry fields and demeter kids—as well as the satyrs—were mad at them for a week. they were forced to help them and they got their glitter privileges revoked.

they made sure to be more aware were they throw their glitter the next time.

iris kids share an interest in doves with the aphrodite kids. doves, in older times, were used to carry messages, so when a dove comes near an aphrodite kid they always try to pet it too.

their cabin is full of old antiques and stuff they swear they need to use later. they hate to throw things away. you could go in the cabin and leave looking like you've been sent from the medieval times.

they always carry candy with them

they either hate mint/mint-flavoured things or they love it.

they have a pet hamster in their cabin(like those class pets) and they love it.

iris kids probably give the weirdest names (ex mustard, mayonnaise, bird etc)

his name is ket (short fir ketchup).

one time they left ket's cage open end he got lost so they had to—begrudgingly—ask the hermes cabin for help. hermes kids found and returned ket safe and sound but they never let the iris kids live it down.

[magicaldragons]

hi! been reading s&z and just wanted to know, is this going to be a long fic? if there is anything else you want to say about (not spoilers ofc) what would it be, like what did you envision the fic for? sorry just curious about the bts of the fic

and I am really excited for the fifth chapter mentioned in the tags!

hey love, thank you for asking! it's so cool that you're interested in the bts:

so, s&o started out as a drabble, which came to me shortly after i first watched – because salaar was so perfectly made for omegaverse, like it just fits in. no tailoring needed.

there were two ideas in particular that interested me:

if varadha was an omega, he never would have revealed it, he would have done everything to keep that information to himself. so, how far would he go, and how would it work? so, yes, this fic will include varadha hiding his dynamic (but obviously not from the one person he trusts with this information, the one person he trusts with himself)

if varadha and deva were soulmates, how would that manifest? because the most important part of salaar isn't that varadeva are tied together by fate. it's that they will always choose each other. so i had to stay true to that, and i wondered how it would affect the twenty five years they spent apart.

so initially, there were two scenes i had in mind:

• one of varadha's presentation (which is the fifth chapter i mention in the tags) and

• what happens in jail before the voting (can't say too much for risk of spoilers, lol)

BUT the concept snowballed and gained exposition and plotlines, so yes, to answer your question, this will be a longer fic with the way things are looking there are parts i have written that are very dark (think: would require trigger warnings) so i'm debating on whether to include them and keep this authentic and raw, or to keep them out and make this a lighter experience (though, the angst will remain), so everyone: feel free to give me suggestions regarding that

also, the concept and setup for this fic is not at all what i had planned when i first started writing, (which is why it's taking time to move the chapters around and add sections as i figure out the best way to tell this story) – that's why s&o is a fic that i will gradually release while simultaneously working on other fics, just so i can make sure i give it the time it needs without losing patience oof

which also leads me to say: as i shift sections around, chapter five may not remain chapter five, and i honestly am not entirely sure as to when it will show up, but i do hope you enjoy the fic as i update

– rey <3

[gaysindistress]

Things that I think would happen if Bucky dated an Egyptian!reader

Based on this request from @aesthetic0cherryblossom

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

1. Bucky has always been fascinated with Ancient Egypt 

American Egyptomania is what they call the time of renewed interest in the culture of ancient Egypt that happened in America in the late 19th century and early 20th. Like I mentioned in my first Arab reader headcanon list, with Bucky being from Brooklyn it’s likely that he experienced more diversity than most. Also with how social he was, I genuinely believe that he would’ve experienced more than Steve. Anyways his exposure to ancient Egypt would have come from the many museums in New York that were a part of Egyptomania however his knowledge about “modern” Egypt would have stemmed from his interest in the first world war. Egypt had a significant but forgotten role in the war and with his dad dying during basic training, I can see him having a special interest in it and thus learning more about Egypt. 

Now, fast forward to 2023 a form of self-care for Bucky would be going to museums and essentially re-learning everything that he spent years reading about as a kid. And we know that he was a reader because he read the Hobbit when it first came out in 1937. It didn’t become mainstream until almost 3 decades later in the 60s so that would lead me to believe that he read literally everything that he could.

Back on track now, these museum trips are a way for him to catch up, as well as feel connected to who he was before. 

Since he is tied to D.C. thanks to his government mandated therapy,  he goes to the Smithsonian more than any other ones. He loves the Eternal Life in Ancient Egypt exhibit more than anything, and he visits it all of the time. 

Once again, this is where you come in. You two didn’t meet at the museum but instead literally ran into each other as he was leaving therapy. He was in a terrible mood and ran straight into you, spilling your coffee all over your white shirt. He felt awful and apologized profusely but you weren’t concerned. 

“I don’t even like this shirt anyways,” you told him with a smile that made him swoon. 

After that, he’d see you every week after his appointment and he slowly started to look forward to Dr. Raynor. She made a comment about it which he quickly shut her down saying that “maybe our sessions are helping or maybe I just want to get out of here.” She reminded him that she could extend his court mandated appointments if she thought it necessary. 

Finally he worked up the courage to ask you out and offered to buy you a new shirt. You accepted and told him that lunch would be a better replacement. He let you pick the place and you took him to Fava Pot, the only good Egyptian restaurant aside from your kitchen. 

The two of you talked for hours about everything and nothing at all. Slowly the topic of you being Egyptian came out and it took everything in him to not lose his shit. Before he could stop himself, he told you all about how he’d loved Ancient Egypt growing up and how he’d go to the Smithsonian almost weekly to look at the exhibits. At first you did say a word but then the giggles erupted for you, causing everyone to look at your table. You grabbed his arm and drug him out of the restaurant without a word about why and the poor guy was so confused. 

You finally explained that you would give him a real tour and alas your weekly museum dates were born.

2. Your culture is hard for him to grasp at first. 

Important note for this hc": there is a very old and heated debate about whether or not Egyptians are Arab. While I’m Arab, I’m not Egyptian and not at all qualified to even touch that debate. With that being said, the cultural differences were specifically requested so my hope is that this section comes across as neutral in regards to that debate. If it doesn’t or i get something wrong, please correct me. Everyone deserves accurate representation.

As I said in my first Arab!reader list, there is a lot of misinformation about the Middle East and North Africa which makes research very difficult. The above debate is a prime example of this. Bucky tries really hard to do as much research as he can on his own so that he can surprise (and impress) you but ultimately has to ask you. He takes it as a personal hit that he can’t do everything in his power to understand you better because you’ve done that for him. However you remind him that he’s an Avenger and literally has biographies written about him. 

“Rouhi, no one is expecting you to be a walking encyclopedia. Let me help,” you said in a gentle tone one night when he was getting frustrated with whatever show he was watching. 

“That defeats the purpose of me learning about your culture. I should be able to do it on my own,” he threw back from the couch where he’s laying with the cat that he definitely didn’t want on his chest. 

“You can do a lot of other things on your own. You’re a big boy, you’re 107! This, however, is difficult for anyone and I’m more than willing to help.”

He glared at you for calling him that and for pointing at his age but his gaze softened when you dropped onto the ground next to him with a plate of food. After that, in addition to your Arabic lessons, the two of you play trivia so he can learn more. It’s really you quizzing him on flashcards and every one he gets right, he gets a kiss. The arrangement works out in both of your favors really. 

3. The more serious your relationship gets, the more Egyptian traditions/norms he incorporates into your life. 

This starts out with little things like taking his shoes off when he walks in. With time he’ll start adding more things like visiting your family as often as you can as a couple and bringing some sort of gift, usually sweets or the chocolates that your dad loves. During dinner, he’ll make sure to get a second plate and leave a small amount leftover. He’ll change how he compliments you by making an effort to compliment specific things like how your hair looks that day or how he likes when you wear black. He’ll also start showing gratitude when you compliment him by responding to a compliment on the same thing. For example, if you tell him how good he looks that day, he’ll tell you that you look radiant. If you’re Muslim, he’ll add “Allah Yen’im ‘alik” which is how you wish someone Allah’s blessings (from my understanding). 

Eventually he acts more Egyptian than you when you’re with your family and your mom will not let you forget it. She’s always telling you that Bucky is such a good man and how he’d be the perfect son in law. Those conversations are usually followed by her asking when you’re going to get married and looking him dead in the eyes to make her point clear; hurry up and propose. Ever the charmer, he’s able to rely on that Brooklyn sweetheart that lives inside of him and move the conversation to something else. Of course, your mom knows what he’s doing but she’ll allow it because she can feel the proposal in her bones (and it never hurts to have that brilliant smile directed at you.)

[prettyboykatsuki]

It's a big, empty house.

But the key is under the mat, still. Just beneath a potted plant. The welcome mat is pristine and the mailbox is so full - it seems the mailman stopped trying to stuff letters in. So there's a neat stack of them together on the floor, and Gojo debates for a minute or two whether or not he should take them.

He does, maybe against his best interest. Arms balancing the boxes, and some folded underneath his elbows. Then he unlocks the door and turns it slowly, peering in.

A big, empty house. But it's not very old. Muscle memory guides him through the foyer and into the living room, around the kitchen and poking his head into many bathrooms.

It'd have been a luxury if the house just felt empty. Empty is a neat, clean word. The state of this house is more like a flesh wound. Or maybe like a meteor in the ground. A removal. It's filled with your abrupt departure to the point he can't ignore it.

He left his things in the house and disappear after the papers were signed. He thought maybe it'd be better to give you space, so all of his things were left while most of yours weren't. It doesn't feel... empty or devoid. It feels gutted, scraped out. The same cup that held your two toothbrushes lingers in the bathroom, but yours is gone. Your shampoo, the old kind, is still there. And some of the plates you bought still remain in the kitchen.

The food is almost cleared of perishables. It's so like you to think that far ahead. He can imagine you sighing in the kitchen - rifling through things that would expire in weeks time. You'd probably eaten the fruit and given the rest away.

It's a big, gutted house. Gojo sits on the couch when he finished rummaging through the whole thing. It's too big for one person. Too big for two, but he wanted to give you something nice. He leans forwards on his elbows and knees, shuffling through the mail. Nothing important. But everything that's for you, still has his last name on it.

The thing that gets Gojo to cry after so long is simply seeing your name on a sticker. To the point he has to put it down and lay back, and swallow the rest of his emotions. He cries over trivial things, but crying for someone is different. It means something, and Gojo has always hated things with too much meaning.

If Gojo Satoru had to compare his heart to anything, it would probably be something like a house with no windows.

There's one door but the key is hidden. No real way to look inside and not an ounce of transparency. And if you want, you could barrel through it.

Stampede through the drywall and shatter it but there'd be nothing inside. If you had the key, you could get to where it really is. But you'd have to find it, and Gojo has never made that easy for anyone other that Suguru. That was a long time ago.

Even so, a small part of him quietly hoped someone would look for it. A small part that he suffocated and buried for years and years and years.

It's an old story. One day you came along, and gently ran your hands over his ribcage. You looked for the keys without complaining. Each time you got close to finding it, he'd hide it somewhere new. Terrified what would happen if he gave it to you formally, if it was in your possession. Even though he knew your hands to be so soft and so gentle, knew you would never make it hurt.

He couldn't bring himself to give it to you. Despite himself. Despite his wishy-washy actions and despite how obvious it was to everyone. You were terribly patient.

But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it. When you left, he threw a fit. You comforted him through it. Said you were sorry and that if he ever gathers the courage - maybe he could come find you.

("I don't want you to leave. Please don't leave me."

"I don't want to leave you either.")

Maddeningly, you were loving till the bitter end. Until the court made it official you were no longer together. Until all your ties were cut. You never said you hated him, and part of him resents you for it. It would've been so much easier if you'd grown to hate him over time.

But it's so like you to let him down so gently. In the end, he couldn't bring himself to give his heart to you. That wall that he'd put up as a teenager stood still against the test of time and the key was back where it started. Only this time he didn't want anyone to find it if they weren't you.

It's too late to think it. But the door to where his heart was must've been cracked a long time. All that's left of him is a big house, gutted. A place where his heart used to be but no longer is.

[blues-valentine]

I started watching hsmtmts when s3 was still going on and while watching I tried SO hard to ship portw3ll because I would see blogs talking about Rina and how bad it is only for me to end up shipping Rina. Portw3ll was too forced. They were trying too hard with their dialogue and it never came across as natural.

I could describe Gina and EJ’s relationship as lackluster and shallow. It didn't feel genuine and much more like a filter. I don’t think the writers were taking it that serious and didn’t expect people to ship them so much (but I did because there’s a reason PWs are mostly just Rinis).

Gina and EJ’s dynamic made sense on Season 1 because it was two competitive people having a common goal. EJ wasn’t interested in Gina and Gina wasn’t interested in him. I still laugh at Gina’s complete bored face at EJ’s audition. PWs claim their romantic arc started on Season 1 but that’s very debatable. Their understudy plot only served as a way for Gina to connect with Ricky. She didn’t even care about EJ getting the role of Troy. She wanted the role of Gabriella with Ricky as Troy. And once she connected with him she didn’t care about EJ. EJ buying her that plane ticket wasn’t a romantic gesture. It was about him fixing his wrongdoings because Nini inspired him to it.

EJ and Gina were barely acquaintances. He came into 201 saying he finds them all so young and then suddenly on 205 had a crush on Gina (coincidentally when Mazzara told him to focus on other things and Gina had a fallout with Ricky). Not only did it scream plot device but it seemed like a romance that existed because they wanted to ignore their problems. Gina from Ricky and missing her mom, and EJ as a way to cling to high school and not face the choices he needed to make about college/dad.

And that could’ve been fine if it wasn’t because their writing was so uninspiring and boring. It was as if the writers were trying to force them down your throat to the point their dialogue felt superficial. Of course, everyone takes what they want from romances but they lacked so much romantic chemistry that I think the writers were trying to compensate that by the overly cliche dialogue. The differences between Ricky and Gina’s dialogue and PWs is super noticiable, while Rina is full of nuance and they didn’t need much words to convey the moment — PW felt overly exposed. Their only attempt at angst in the S2 finale was so incredible lackluster. Like, they couldn’t come up with anything better.

I’ve seen so many ships that work even as a plot device but PW just wasn’t it. People that try so hard to convince themselves they had a natural chemistry and were the “best relationship” of the show feel like they’re trying too hard because their would rather anything other than Rina (hidden by their desire to have Rini back). I’ve seen ships I don’t like where I admit their chemistry is good and they just didn’t have it.

Season 3 left in evidence that Ricky and Gina have the superior chemistry and just the overall arc always ties to them. The worst mistake the writers did was putting EJ and Gina together to push a plot point while simultaneously have Rina not interacting at all because they didn’t just work and I am a firm believer EJ worked best when his character was sassy and had an individual arc. By the end of Season 2 it felt like his only propose was being Gina’s love interest.

[ninthprime]

mildly arbitrary rating of every gundam i have watched so far

in order of me starting them

witch from mercury: 7.5/10. we’re never gonna get confirmation of people’s various theories that this show was originally planned for 50 episodes and i’ve also heard that the showrunner’s series tend to be kind of just Like This, but gwitch has a lot of missed potential mostly focused on 1. its seemingly incomplete worldbuilding and 2. the fact that the arcs of much of its secondary cast (guel, nika, shaddiq) appear to jump over a few steps or just are missing something. on the other hand, the arcs of its primary cast (particularly suletta) are great, suletta herself is a top-tier protagonist, the tertiary cast is one of the best i’ve seen in gundam (i love earth house), and sulemio is probably objectively the best gundam romance even if i’m pretty sure it’s not my personal favorite.

gundam 0079: 9.5/10. the GOAT. you know how it is. every single person who got into gundam via gwitch like i did but still hasn’t gone back to watch 0079 is doing themself a total disservice. you watch this show and both everything about mecha and everything about modern anime in general suddenly clicks completely in your brain. everyone who has been obsessed with char aznable and amuro ray for the last 40+ years has been completely right. i think its only big flaws are some of its treatment of women (though later shows like ZZ have way more glaring issues there) and its shortened length, but frankly if you hadn’t told me it got cut short seven episodes early i would not have noticed, because its finale may be one of my all time favorite television finales ever. just go watch it. i’m sitting you down right now

zeta gundam: 8.5/10. a really ideal sequel in a lot of ways that are remarkable considering the gap of time between it and 0079. focuses on new characters who reflect on the last show while still being their own things, and brings back the cast of the last show in ways that feel like they make sense while still being unexpected and making you look at things in a new light. deeply iconic and atmospheric in ways that are a little overwhelming at times; it is a dour show. has way more glaring flaws for me than a lot of the fandom brings up though, mostly in its pacing and its villains. this show has an entire middle section i barely remember and do we need both the four and rosamia storylines? and frankly i do not care about the titans that much (other than sarah).

zz gundam: 8.5/10. zz defender crop is here. please ignore everyone who tells you that you can skip zz. zeta’s other half in ways that aren’t just “it started two weeks after zeta in real life”- it also fixes zeta’s pacing, provides a welcome counterpoint to its dire tone, and its villains are literally just improved versions of zeta’s (glemy is better scirocco! haman is a top tier gundam villain in general!). i think the middle section of this show- the entire time they are on earth- is my favorite section of UC gundam, or at least tied with 0079’s ramba ral and finale arcs. i do think the dip in quality people say it has in the last arc is true. also probably has the largest Woman Problem in any gundam i’ve seen so far (i have a threshold for bad women writing so high it is practically antifeminist but unfortunately emary breaks that threshold, what the hell is up with everything about emary) even though i love some of those women very much. secretly has the boldest and most thematically interesting gundam finale so far. ple forever

char’s counterattack: 8/10. as i’ve said before: a gorgeous film about two men being so divorced that thousands of people die. genuinely iconic and also very bold but i often find myself torn as to whether i want tomino to be more explicit about what he’s saying here. we could have saved ourselves years of “was char right??” debates but then again, it’s the spirit of cca to claim that only you have the right take about cca. beyond the time is a good song

gundam unicorn: 7.5/10. politics here are often confusing and messy, and i think it suffers from its core characters (banagher and mineva) and their relationship not getting the time they need. on the other hand, i’m interested in what it says about the worldbuilding of UC (even if i think it didn’t execute it that well) and its secondary cast is great; i did nearly cry about marida and zinnerman so that sure works. full frontal does not bug me nearly as much as he bothers most people although i think he has the same “needs more time to cook” issue banagher and mineva have. i even kind of like what they do with riddhe and i usually dislike that archetype. in other words: i would have been nuts for the forty episode (and properly paced) version of this show. marida forever

gundam hathaway: 7/10?? hard to tell here without having the next two movies. was a bit hard to get invested in the conflict near the end as we met many characters who are not developed yet. but the relationship between the core trio here is intriguing and i like hathaway as a protagonist a lot.

the rest of my “gundams i am most interested in list” is victory -> turn a -> 00 -> iron blooded orphans so that’s the next four shows. after…who can say

[tinysweetnight]

Thinking about it. Might as well do a world-building updates once in a while, just talking.

So what’s TinySweetNight up too? Let me tell you about it in small bullet lists containing updates about each world I have (if can be applied).

Vivarium

Newest world-building project to date. I seriously haven’t actually created a world I plan to stick with since STC and Pantheon like.. 4 years ago? I think Pantheon might be older but that is debatable if you go by which has the oldest character.

This world is like a perfect balance of interests for me personally, it’s an alchemist steampunk world that has almost like a Jim Henson crossed with treasure planet vibe. Homunculi, stained glass windows, bright open skies, and a bit of evil science.

First time I am experimenting with standard fantasy races like Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, etc.

I’ll have to dedicate a post solely for this because it’ll take me a while to explain the magic system here.

Pantheon

Everyone gets animal hands!!! And also an animal form unless your Calypso. I think this ties things better than having very strange specific rules about everything, this is supposed to be fairytale-like. Plus I should make the gods stronger.

Maybe removing Kostas and Aegeus. I love those suckers but, again, they make things too overly complicated and their influence has only been in backstory stuff, never in the main story- besides from a small one-off story with Mars, heir to Alynth. But I think I can remove them if I just say magic is just a bitch like that, monsters are might be Locke’s fault since he’s the god of magic. (But oh, Aegeus banter headcanons are so so funny) I would also have to figure out a different skill set for Charis if I do remove them.

Hydra finally got a title, aka what they were supposed to be the god of. Judgement!

Maverick is still not a catboy and never will be a catboy.

STC

Honestly, still pretty burnt out from this. Everything doesn’t seem.. good. Too edgy. Maybe I’m growing out of aahhhh blood, gore, fun spooks, etc. That usually doesn’t bother me as I’m a fan of campy slashers, but all the time it feels like the characters aren’t acting right. I can’t get them right when I think about them or plan anything with them, especially pertaining to Zstlo. There’s too much I want him to be but it’s all conflicting.

Maybe there is too much stuff going on in the STC, but that’s the point since it’s my sandbox do what I want, I’m not limiting myself to rules world. I have been thinking of boxing storylines into named stories so I can better manage everything.

But there is also the side that everyone else.. seems to like it way more than me. Maybe because I interact with people way more about it, and I found that people seem to like it way more than Pantheon because you get these crazy cool ideas, the setting itself is awesome, and the characters I come up with are cool in concept. But idk. I wish Pantheon or I hope Vivarium gets the same attention. Maybe it’s because Pantheon is more of a story than a setting other people can mess around in. Idk how Vivarium will turn out.

Outlander that is physically apart of the STC and rips open reality.

WhatsMyFace? Added.

Shepard got edgier but same problem as Zstlo.

[lo-fi-charming]

suddenly tormented with Thoughts about jon... im currently listening to someone else talk about how, when jon realized martin getting caught by prentiss was at least partially his fault, his way of dealing with his guilt was to become very diligent in doing what he could to keep martin safe. offers him the cot, starts trying to encourage everyone in the archives to be more careful in their investigating, bothers elias about safety measures, etc.

and i was just thinking that how this is about him feeling guilty, yeah, but i think it's also another way jon's childhood trauma manifests...? i feel like maybe it is, to some amount, projection?

the stuff with mr. spider and the web obviously influenced him a lot in terms of why he tends to get severely paranoid and questions others' motivations and his own agency in things. but in a more mundane way, i wonder if it also influenced how he reacts to not just his own 'helplessness', but others'? like, jon recognizes that martin was not given enough attention and consideration and care; jon texts him and takes prentiss' response as martin, accepts it at face value, but still... two weeks is a long time? no one even considered checking in on martin after barely hearing from him

i guess im trying to say is like... jon responds very immediately and intensely to this because he is attempting to do for martin what was not done for him. jon almost got eaten by a big, scary spider; his guardian, who up to then had been somewhat neglectful and/or dismissive of his needs, does not believe him about the incident. jon grows up feeling unsafe because the only person he really had around to protect him failed to make him feel like he could rely on her for help or support

imo this is a big thing with jon in general... his lack of a support system. up for debate on how much of that is his own 'fault' - he's not exactly a super sociable person, he's never been good at making friends, but- i dunno, being a bit abrasive doesn't mean you deserve to never have anyone to rely on. and he certainly didn't deserve to be ignored, resented, bullied, and hunted as a young child

but yeah... im thinking about how maybe a desire to offer support, even if it doesn't seem like he can really do much, is a very Jon Thing, and we see it very early, and it's just now occurring to me it might be tied to all this. how his fear was born and how it was cultivated by a lack of love and attention, how he was left to develop his own coping mechanisms, most of which (arguably) only exacerbated his problems in the long run... this is a personality trait we see in jon throughout the entire show's run, too - starts with martin, but we see how guilty and hurt he is over what happens with sasha, and then over time we see as he tries his best to become more trusting and open to others in an attempt to demonstrate his interest in their safety and offer his support

just think it's really like... both cute and charming but really sad and telling, that the first major glimpse we see of the 'real' jon behind his stuffy, skeptical facade is him recognizing that someone else has been neglected and nearly lost to something horrible, and his immediate response is to do as much as he can to verbalize belief in their experience, offer up what he can to help them feel safe, and do everything in his limited power to make sure they aren't harmed by the threat again

[crimsonxe]

Let’s break this shit down on why BB hasn’t entered into an official relationship yet:

Character details, traumas, and issues:

Yang: Abandonment issues, self-doubts/low self-value likely in part as a result of the abandonment, bottles things up and suppresses them, doesn’t do vulnerable most of the time, and going through traumatic events in the past.

Blake: Abuse survivor, self-doubt, self-hating, guilt-ridden especially after “The Fall”, and resorts to closing into herself rather than being vocal about things.

Both: Teenagers that are figuring things out.

v1: Yang approaches Blake to do introductions for her and Ruby, gets a cold reception demonstrating “stranger” status. In the forest, Blake takes note of and acknowledges Yang’s strength (or one could think she was already feeling an attraction towards her w/ or w/o knowing it) and chooses to partner with her, however still “strangers” just the needle moving a bit away w/ Blake starting to warm up to Yang.

DC comics: adds in Yang having flower-vision towards Blake and the two going on “not-a-date” dates either here or in v2′s timeline showing them growing their bond, but at most moving to friends.

v2: Blake is shutting everyone out, until Yang confronts her about it and reveals her past showing she gets where Blake is mentally. Bonds them as well as potentially nudging Blake subconsciously towards more connection to Yang via shared trauma understanding. Yang straight up flirts w/ Blake, however for Blake it’d be debatable if anything serious was meant there. Does take Yang up on her offer and shows further signs of pull towards Yang romantically. Shifted into “close friends”

v3: There’s more focus on the tournament than anything in the first half, however 2nd half rolls in with showing the two’s “close friend” status via Blake’s doubts getting under Yang’s usual cheerful & strong side causing her to shed tears. Still the two are “close friends” status. Then comes 3x11 where Blake is in danger and Yang sets aside looking for Ruby to go after her arriving at seeing Adam stabbing Blake. The lyrics of “Armed and Ready” then going towards Yang realizing just how much she cares about Blake, while Blake likely also had some degree of feelings stirred. After everything settles Blake leaves wanting to protect Yang and the others, alongside having a huge amount of guilt. Heavily damaging the relationship between the two going into their separation.

v4: The two are separated, there can be no relationship repairing or developing. Their bond however is still there, just in a damaged state.

v5: Yang is not only shown gently rubbing Blake’s image in a team picture like a separated lover, but also really driving in how much she needed Blake there for her; as well as wanting to be there for her. All That Matters, then furthers things by essentially being a gayngsty “Yang’s self-doubts about Blake feeling the same towards her that she feels for her” the song. Blake is shown doing a gesture tied to one irl mentioned as showing interest/attraction towards someone directed towards Yang. The two literally just reunited and have a badly damaged relationship from the way things went post v3 and the separation time itself.

v6: Yang is being guarded because of her having an idea of her feelings for Blake that leave her potentially open to being hurt by her as put foward in ATM as well as not wanting to be treated as someone not capable of handling their own. After spending time together again and Yang getting a huge system shock via the Apathy forcing her to watch as Blake almost gets her insides blended, while she felt nothing as a result of their presence hugely soften w/ the relationship returning back to “friends/close friends” territory w/ romantic attraction in play. Leading to the flirty af interaction before Blake goes into the comm tower, where Blake full-on goes smitten girl mode. Blake runs into Adam and has every self-doubt of herself thrown at her by him as he tears her down, then even has her guilt tapped into by bringing up her leaving him and trying to apply it to Yang. Yang rejects his bullshit and proceeds to w/ Blake take him down. Blake collapses and breaks down because of the emotional weight of having been forced to kill her abusive romantic ex as well as the things he said having hit their marks, where she tells Yang she’ll keep her promise (won’t leave her). Yang acknowledges that Blake is in an emotionally vulnerable state, so just holds her and the two clearly are “more than close friends”. However given they just took down aforementioned romantic ex + Blake being in a vulnerable state; only a disgusting ass shitlord would make any romantic moves in that situation. Also the whole thing parallels back to Renora’s v4 arc, putting their relationship in a similar status.

BB entering into a relationship here as some disgusting ass shitlords or dumbasses push for would mean actually going down the route of having a relationship come out of a time when one character was in an emotionally vulnerable state. That is not a good basis at all. Those people fail to actually think it over and just want the box checked and dessert served. Instead the writers did the RIGHT thing both in general and in regards to Yang in NOT doing that.

v7: Blake is shown returning to her pre-Adam state that was shown in the DC comics where she jokes, teases, is brighter, is happier, and more open; especially towards Yang. Yang is shown literally gay panicking towards Blake’s new haircut w/ Blake blushing in response showing undeniable, to anyone with a brain cell and/or non-bad faith or entitled ass bullshit, attraction between the two as they’ve entered into “more than friends w/ feelings for each other, pre-relationship” phase. Harriet and Elm mock the idea of anything more than business developing between partners/teammates, which noticeably causes a reaction from Blake and Yang. Likely pushing both to not bring up any notions of romance and reinforcing their own doubts about if their feelings are shared. Unlike what some morons seems to think its daunting to go near the “friendship/ romance” line, since you’re in most cases putting the entire thing on the chopping block. If it works out? Great, you’ve a fantastic relationship. It doesn’t or is rejected? Congrats a relationship with time and emotional bonds just got flushed down the toilet. Yang is blatantly shown staring at Blake putting on her make-up from not her own bed and they go out on a “not-a-date” date, which isn’t dived into cause the show is RWBY not BB and has a main story to cover. Nora in-universe canonizes BB’s mutual romantic feelings, as well as how obvious it is. When tasked with going after Robyn, Blake is shown more reason for why she has the feelings she has towards Yang in her not dismissing her objections, but instead listening and compromising with her to take them into account.

v8: The two are separated because of the different focuses/approaches Yang and Ruby have. Yang is shown worrying about Blake thinking badly of her for her choice to not go along with Ruby, Blake is shown to be thinking about Yang via mentioning to Ruby she could call her. The two reunite and have easily the most romantic toning possible as well, before having IW drop his ultimatum. Status: “Soft-canon w/ the two definitely having romantic feelings for each other but w/ a significant dose of self-doubts and bigger narrative things happening that interfere w/ anything more developing”

BB entering here would mean them getting completely overshadowed by IW’s ultimatum as well as taking away from the toning going on.

v9 seems to be a slower more emotional, character-driven affair that lends itself to the two actually crossing that “friends/romance” line; since Blake y’know just had to watch Yang seemingly fall to her death and Yang thought she was going to die. Also no Harriet or Elm’s to mock the idea and it’d fit the 2 volume later setup that’s been in place for the entire series with Renora.

What has been done:

- Yang’s attraction to Blake via gay panic

- Blake’s attraction to Yang via blushing in response to ^ as well as other flirty moments.

- Blake’s romantic ex jealously yelling towards Yang “what does she even see in you?” which says plenty

- Nora in-universe mentioning the obvious mutual romantic feelings of BB

- Arryn w/ Barb backing her up, confirming that Blake is canonically bi

- Everyone associated with the show having the basis that BB is already an established thing

- Even the JP team having no subtlety towards BB when talking about their current status that they had to revert for the time that IQ is set in.

- The hetero alt option is brotp’d

BB is a realistic slowburn and anyone trying to call it QB, doesn’t have a damn clue about relationships or doing what Monty stated in an interview in EARNING it. They’re entitled/spoiled ass little shits that want the dessert w/o the dinner, then toss salt at a show actually putting in the work to have a real LGBT+ relationship that’s normalized cause they’re sad ass can’t stand that others like it. Failing to grasp that BB were separated for a time; failing to grasp that the relationship between them would’ve been damaged as a result of Blake’s leaving and the months apart; failing to realize the time needed to repair said relationship; failing to realize how for a good portion of people its a complicated mess to approach the “friendship/romance” line; failing to know what good mature relationship building looks like. To those people: grow the fuck up and/or go fuck yourself for talking shit about another LGBT+ pairing cause it isn’t the fanservice its accused of being.

[phoenix-downer]

Howdy. I recently became a fan of Kingdom Hearts despite being familiar with the name for a long time, so I'm still learning about the franchise and awaiting the release of KH4. One thing I wanna know is: Was Yen Sid's determining of Sora' assessment of the Mark of Mastery Exam fair? I've seen a lot of debate on this, with mostly the blame going to Sora for easily letting himself get manipulated by Young Xehanort and his own Darkness, which is true to some extent but still. What do you think?

Oh nice, hope you've been enjoying your KH journey!

You bring up a really interesting question. I've seen a lot of debate about it as well and I kind of wonder if it's because the concept was good but the execution was bungled.

Because Sora failing to pass the exam? And all because of his pride/hubris leading to overconfidence and risky behavior? That's an interesting concept, especially after KH2 where he won, where he succeeded.

And his temptation in DDD was handled very well too--I find it just as compelling for a character to be tempted by good things obtained the wrong way, as it is for a character to be tempted by bad things. It was the way Sora was trying to reach Riku and Kairi that wasn't good, not wanting to reach them that wasn't good. And that is why he was led astray--his heart and love for his friends wound up being his downfall in a way that mirrors Luke's downfall in Empire Strikes Back. Xehanort very cunningly exploited a deep-seated fear Sora has that stems from past trauma thanks to all the times he's been separated from his friends and took advantage of how much he loves them:

Again, really good stuff. I do think the writing could've more strongly established that Sora's arrogance led to his downfall because that part of the execution is a bit weaker (though he does have a brief line at the beginning of the game alluding to this), and I wonder if it's because Nomura and/or Disney didn't want the protagonist going too dark, but I digress.

I think the part of the execution that's really bungled is Yen Sid's explanation for why Sora failed.

First of all, when Sora asks about the results, Yen Sid tells them they both performed admirably. Maybe it's to spare Sora's feelings or whatever, but it's already kind of setting up a discrepancy between his words and what actually happened during Sora's exam:

Then, he talks about how he's glad Sora and Riku are both safe and grateful for Lea's help. He also apologizes for what happened which hey, I'll give him credit for that, but if the test was rigged against Sora, why would you still count it? Your pupil was set up for failure and you're just... gonna... roll with it? He doesn't strike me as a very good teacher lol:

Then he talks about how the test revealed truths about the future clash etc. and says he wants a Keyblade Master who will have a useful power for the future battle. Again, no problem with that, but a good teacher would've revealed the parameters of the test ahead of time and not after the fact. It's just wildly unfair to switch how you're evaluating students after they've taken the test, and I think this is where people started to get irritated with the explanation. Everyone's had a crummy teacher who graded them unfairly on an assignment, and that's how Yen Sid comes across here:

Then, he says this. If Sora had truly failed, Yen Sid should not have said this. It would've been better if Sora didn't deserve to be made a Keyblade Master yet than for Yen Sid to say, "You deserve to be one but because Riku got an A+ and you only got an A, he passes and you fail." Again, I think people got irritated by this because it's just so blatantly unfair and doesn't track with Sora failing:

Again, I think most people would've had no problem with Sora failing and Riku passing if Yen Sin's explanation had been handled well and if either Sora's arrogance had more directly tied to his downfall OR if Yen Sid had clearly spelled out that Sora's greatest strength is his greatest weakness, he needs to temper his heart's urges with the wisdom of experience, and he needs to grapple with his darkness and master it like Riku has.

As it is, we see Sora show a little cocky arrogance at the start of DDD, he's tempted by his good side, and then... he's ambushed, sabotaged, and kidnapped, nearly losing himself and control of his own heart to the villain in the process. And he fails, not because of his own choices which led to his heart getting captured, but because... he got an A and Riku got an A+? It just doesn't make sense, and that's what bothers me about it.

Hope that helps explain where I'm coming from more. Of course, all of this is my own interpretation, but it's definitely why I didn't really buy what happened at the end--the reason Yen Sid gives for Sora failing doesn't track with what we actually saw happen in the game.

Thanks for the ask!

Screenshots are from here.

[esnyshire]

Split

summary: Ms. Tegan Peach Burn is the CEO of Bruiser & Burn Law Associates. As her and her team search for the missing pieces to their current case, a heated argument turns steamy very quickly. Mr. Styles, one of Ms. Burns student lawyers has a thirst for second chair, a short tempter and lacks control over his urges.

warning: boss/employee dynamic, dirty talk, some degrading, hardcore fucking, rage sex, harry is a teasing little prick, Tegan likes it nasty rough

wc: 5.4k

♫ Stay Awake by Dishwalla

The hard stomps of my boss' heels echo off the walls of the law firm, she makes herself known in the most nerve-racking way. It reminds me of that immediate panic I'd get when hearing keys or heels coming down the hall at school. You knew, when you weren't supposed to be doing something but you still somehow ended up there. That's the exact way everyone feels who works with Ms. Burn when those elevator doors ding.

My coworkers all scramble to make themselves presentable, collecting the stacks of evidence we dug up for the trail. These last few days have been tortious. She's been over-working us, sporadically allowing breaks, expecting us to stay unethical hours at the office, and trying any tactic to get things moving quicker. She's been rather emotional over this case and has taken it out on everyone in the firm.

Law school had taken a big portion of my sanity years ago, and it feels like she picked up on that and is breathing down my back more than the rest of the team. she sees how desperate I am to be second chair and dangles it in my face to get at me. I'm the first one in the office and the last one to lock up. Everyone knows I deserve it. I work hard, I never complain and she's no fucking picnic. Her assistants quit every week, and she picks me to take the load off her back every time.

The majority of my coworkers won't even try to work with her. They would much rather be with anyone else in the firm. How I see it, if you want to be the best you have to learn from the best. Ms. Burn is just that, my best option.

Tegan is one of a kind. She's what everyone wants. A way out. A second chance. An opportunity.

She's smart, callous, and determined. The first woman to rank in the top three for best lawyer in the Continental U.S.

An elite. In more ways than one.

At least I think.

With every click of her heels, my mind slips further into panic mode, trying to decipher in the way she walks if she's in one of her moods or not. The food I just scarfed down, threatens its way back up my esophagus. I swallow harshly leaning back in my chair, debating on if I should attempt to run through the tempered glass window and plummet to my eighty-seven-story death.

"I just finished up with Mrs. Stein," Ms. Burn barely walks into the room, wasting no time to start working. "We are missing something, I can't put my finger on it! I looked over every file trying to come up with something that isn't right but goddamn, this case is fucking me right now." Her raunchy statement goes under the radar. Everyone is so used to her, they barely flinch. "The maid, the doorman, his wife, the daughter, his estranged son, along with the death certificate of the estranged son's mother. Every single fucking witness statement!" Tegan thrashes her briefcase out in front of her, struggling to get her arm out of the sleeve of her pea coat. She rambles on like she's the only one in the room. Her eyebrows crease and her anxious lip biting begins.

It's safe to say that although I am very much afraid of my boss, I am also extremely turned on whenever she yells. Since the start of my career at Bruiser & Burn Law Associates, she's had me pitched in my slacks. Even after years of seeing how wicked she is, it did nothing to hinder my attraction for her. Her temper is what fuels my interest. I'm constantly wondering if she's just as temperamental in bed as she is in the office. Whether her tongue is as witty when she's tied up and pinned to the bed. Fantasies flash in my mind every day since working with her, I'm not happy about it one bit. I want to hate her. She makes my life hell. The drop of her suitcase snaps me back to reality.

"We have the murder weapon, two prints. His wife's and the maid. How can I miss som-" she pauses and looks around the room, quickly becoming irritated. "Why haven't any of you figured this out yet!?"

"If you haven't found it yet, how do you expect them to? Tegan- I mean Ms. Burn I thi-" I begin to say, but I'm cut off by her yelling.

"I refuse to have the judge and jury believe his wife murdered him all for money, after all, we've..." she covers her mouth and looks away, gathering herself before she speaks again. But I speak before she does.

"You're right," I say. "Someone's lying." The bile in my throat from holding down my vomit is still fresh as it burns its way down.

"What are you implying Styles?" She scoffs. She always questions my thinking, just cause she can.

"I was simply saying-" she interrupts me again. Right about now I'd be screaming back, and putting up a fight. Anything to get her to shut the fuck up. Her words cuts like knives but those soft pretty lips look like they can do no wrong...

God.

"I don't care what you were saying, I care about my client. I care about how she's being falsely accused of murdering her fucking husband!" Her face turns pink and her voice picks up an octave.

The only fucked up part about this is she's basically a dark cloud that looms over her own office. This case has her exploding with feelings. She suffocates us, shoveling her pent-up anger on my back and drowning us all in the process. But God is she sexy and on any day before today, you would've heard me express my dislike for her. Except right now, I can't get the visual of her legs wrapped around my neck out of my damn head.

"You'll give a fuck about what I'm saying when you find out your little widow is hiding something from you!" My jaw tightens, instinctively stopping myself from speaking anymore.

She stares, examining my face. Probably wondering if she imagined someone speaking down to her.

It's been very challenging to contain my secret urges , but I also don't hide my distaste for Tegan. it's almost impossible to keep my mouth shut and simultaneously hide the strong desire to shove my cock so far down her throat she won't be able to talk for a week.

I've worked for Tegan long enough to know that she does not do relationships. I know she has sex because they call here sometimes, asking for her but she just leaves them on hold and never gets back to them. They either get filtered or just hang up. Work is her life and I don't think she'd ever put anyone above it. Although I've been hiding my feelings towards Peach, I can't help but feel like today is the day it all gonna come rushing out.

God forgive me for what I'm about to do.

"Look who knows how to shut up." My whole body freezes, regretting my word vomit instantly. The battle happening within me has me not thinking so clearly. I need to get out of here.

"Everyone out!" She yells. Her fists are balled as she continues to stare at the floor. "Leave your shit where it is and get out. I don't need you anymore. Go home."

Instantly my palms begin to clam, I can't even get myself to look at her. I push myself off the chair and begin to make a b line for the elevator, I barely make it past the threshold.

"Not you. You're mine for the night. Sit." She walks around the table, reaching for one of today's evidence piles.

I finally get to courage to look her way, standing with a Manila folder. She flicks through the pages skimming over information. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I already feel this night is going to be filled with screaming.

With the last of her employees entering the elevator not far behind her, I feel the safety of a group dynamic diminish. The second we hear the ding of the closing doors, she lets me have it.

"How fucking dare you speak to me like that! In front of my firm?! At all?!" She shouts.

This was not how it was supposed to go. I just can't fucking stand her. She's all loud and powerful and I like that shit.

She riled me up! She fucking started it.

"I let you in my firm, I taught you, I still do?! I let you in on wonderful cases!" She points at me, her movements are so hard I feel free her finger pressed to my chest from 10 feet away.

"I-" I go to speak.

Bad idea. She hastily makes her way to where I'm standing. She pushes me into the chair and rests her palms on the armrests.

"Who said to speak." Her words sound more like a demand than a request.

"I own this," She waves her hand all around her, making sure I know what she means. "I've worked hard for it, I don't-"

"I never said you didn't work hard, you're just horrible at listening to people." I rush out my words, I feel myself growing frustrated.

Just breathe.

"You think people listened to me when I had something to say?! I'm a woman in a man's field." She scoffs, rolling her eyes like a little kid just stepped on her brand new white shoes. "I crawled my way to the top. Bloody nails and all to prove it!"

"I treat you the same way my father treated me when I worked for him."

"Disposable?"

"It's cause you are." she doesn't even hesitate to confirm my suspicions.

"You're not-"

"If I wanted to talk about my daddy issues with someone, it would be my therapist." With every word, a brick is added to her wall. "Call Mrs. Stein, tell her I need to speak with her." She sighs, handing me the folder. "I'll be organizing in the meantime."

I nod and make my way to the phone attached to the wall. I dial the numbers and wait.

"Stein's residence." A voice breaks the ringing.

"Hello Mrs. Stein? it's Mr. Styles from Bruiser & Burn Law Associates."

"Speaking. Is everything ok?"

" Yes, Mrs. Stein. I'm calling on behalf of your lawyer Ms. Burn. She has asked that you to come in and we can speak about some things involving the case."

"Right now?"

"Yes, that would be in your best-" The line goes dead. I feel the wire, making sure it's still incorrectly. Then the dial tone button.

I type the numbers again, trying to call back but the lights begin to dim around me, breaking my attention from the phone to the ceiling. The sound of the high-powered electric building hums loudly as it powers down.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I hear Tegan on a mission to the circuit breakers. I quickly follow behind her, wanting to know what's happening. Our last contact with the outside world gets severed when the light above the elevator begins to flicker until it can't any more.

"Shit, shit, shit." Tegan pulls at the root of her hair, panic slowly starts to settle in.

She runs past me, and into her office. She grabs her purse and shuffled through it until she finds what she needs. I go to speak but I'm interrupted by a yelp of happiness.

"Yes!" She clicks some buttons on her blackberry as she checks her phone book for a number.

"No, no, no!"

"What?" I run to her office and see her fiddling with her phone. I run to my office adjacent to hers and grab my phone.

I get the same realization when I read 'NO SERVICE' in bright blinking letters across my blackberry.

We are stuck.

"Fuck." I whisper to myself.

The creeping feeling from earlier comes back to me at full force. I'm alone with my bitch of a boss and I happen to want to fuck her brains out.

I can do this.

I just need to stay level-headed.

Hard isn't even the word to use for the amount of restraint I'm using to stop myself from doing the things I want to do.

"Looks like we're stuck here for the weekend." She's in the frame of my door with her stupid fucking calm demeanor.

"What do you mean the weekend?" The thought of being stuck in this building with Tegan for the next three days does not sound bearable.

All the privacy in the world, no interruptions, and no avoiding.

"Well, yeah. This building is electrically powered. Since we have no service and the backup generator hasn't kicked in yet. So, I'd say we are stuck until someone comes into work." she pauses with a fake tight-lipped smile.

"Want to eat leftover Pad Thai with me in my room?" She asks me, taking a look at her watch not even phased by our predicament.

"No, I don't want your- you were just freaking out, why the fuck are you so calm right now." I grab my hair and pull on the roots.

"I sleep here, it's no different-"

"Stop talk! Just stop talking!" I yell.

No different. Sure, absolutely none right? Except I'm here stuck with you and I'm a ticking sex bomb ready to blow.

"Would you calm down, it's not that ser-"

"Stop talking before I make you." The stunned look on her face tells me all I need to know.

Here we go.

"You don't know when to shut the fuck up do you?"

"I'm your boss."

"Like I could forget! You remind us every chance you get." I scoff. "You have the prettiest goddamn lips, but the downside to them is only vicious things come out of it."

"Mr. Styles! I'm giving you one chance to take back the things you've said tonight."

She puts on this boss-like act, trying to ignore the fact that my degrading words have her clamping her thighs together to get some type of relief.

"Shut the fuck up. You talk a lot you know that?" Her hand shoots up to her mouth to cover it. She hesitates, doing what she was told to do but questioning why she listened in the first place.

"I'm gonna talk this time and you're going to listen. Got that?"

She nods.

"Good girl."

Tegan P.O.V

What is happening?

I don't like this. Not one fucking bit.

He's my employee. I can't. The throbbing between my legs has me obediently obliging.

I've had my fantasies about Harry, I partially hired him because of how attractive he is. The only thing that stopped me from pursuing him was the mutually agreed hatred my employees have for me, he jumped right on the bandwagon.

"You are cold, stubborn, and a know it all." He lists things I've heard my whole life. "You don't know what teamwork is and for the life of me, I can't understand why you push everyone away." He's barely even started and he's already hit some nerves. I look down at my feet in disappointment."But you are the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on and I can't keep myself from getting hard when you yell at me."

"I-"

"What the fuck did I just say?" His voice is low, barely above a whisper.

"Fuck you! You can't just insult me and expect me not to say anything!"

"Oh, I was planning on it." His sadistic tone only turns me on more, goosebumps form all down my spine. No. I can't let this happen. The first thing I think to do is leave. So, that's exactly what I do. I can't go anywhere, but it's the effort that counts.

"Get back here." He demands.

"For what? So you can berate again? No thanks." I shuffle with the paper in front of me, needing something to distract myself with.

He walks up to my back, leaving no room for me to move. My hands fall flat on the stacks of files, my breathing stops and I feel like I could pass out. I've wanted this since his first day of working here. This shouldn't be happening but I can't control my body cause there's no oxygen coming to my brain. I'm a fucking vegetable and it's the worst timing because I need this. I'd also love to hear him moaning my name. Fuck me.

The cold fabric of his pants suit snakes its way between my legs. His thigh puts pressure on my ass and my whole body shivers from the soft touch of Harry's hand on my waist.

"What are you doing?" I'm so out of breath I can barely get the sentence out. It's getting harder to breathe, oh god.

"Do you want me to stop?" His voice is strained with a hint of curiosity.

No, why would I want that?

He slides his hand across my torso to the valley between my breasts, pulling my body into his. My head rolls back on his shoulder as my body falls into him. My mouth moves before my brain can process and that's the last of my sanity.

"Are you going to fuck me or what?"

"How do you like it Peach?"

"Peach?"

He quickly grabs me by my throat and puts a little pressure, just enough to feel that rush I love so much. Oh, so that's how we're playing this? I assumed he was pressed and prim.

"I gave you options, but I'm thinking now I should just show you how I like it. Sound good Peach?"

I smile a little at him using my middle name.

"Fantastic." I roll my eyes.

He turns me around and slams his lips to mine.

The kiss is sloppy and desperate. His hands roughly explore my body and I instinctively reach for his  hair. I slip my fingers through the short brown curly hair and tug on him to be closer to me.

I guide my hands down his back, taking off his suit. His hands make their way to my breast, groping and massaging my tender nipples through my bra. He harshly rips my shirt. Buttons fly across the office as I squeal in shock.

"I knew you were a dirty fucking lawyer." He breaks the kiss and goes for his belt.

My stomach flips in the excitement of this beautiful man stripping in front of me. "Shut up and take your cock out." He lets his pants fall to his feet and kicks them off. He walks to me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I gulp hard as I see his shirt pitch up a little, I look closer to see it's his dick, sticking so far out it's damn near stretching the fabric.

His hands glide up my thighs, causing goosebumps to travel to my already hardened nipples. "I'd like you to know one thing before I stuff your pretty little cunt." My breath hitches in my throat, I look him straight in the eyes and wait for him to continue. "I think about fucking you way more than I should" he whispers, lifting me to sit on the table. "I wonder how good your mouth feels." He takes his time in feeling my body, holding me close. Leaving wet and bruising kisses on my chest. Suckling softly as he travels up to my neck.

"I've fantasized you riding my dick, screaming my name. It'd do you some good to scream out of pleasure than out of anger, don't you think?" He chuckles in my ear. He snaps my bra strap on my skin and a small hiss escapes my lips. I can feel him smiling in the way he's breathing. My pelvis bucks against the table, trying to get some type of relief for my poor clit.

"Fuck." I speak out. I feel so dizzy. The whole office smells of Harry and I'm stuck on stupid. "Just fucking touch me."

"Oh don't worry sugar lips, I will." He grabs me by the back of my neck and presses our lips together. He wastes no time in ripping my skirt by the slit on the side, exposing my crotchless thong. He lifts my legs to his waist and goes to touch my swollen clit. What has him doing a double-take is the pink rubber oval ring sticking out of my vagina. Along with a shiny diamond butt plug to match.

"I thought you said you knew I was dirty?" He stares at my dripping core, not even listening. I laugh at him and spread my legs some more. Giving him full access to his watch party. "Harry?"

"C'mon baby, look up while you fuck me with your tongue." I feel myself growing impatient, feeling that small fire in my stomach grows.

Harry pulls my core up to his chest, just below his chin. His breath fans over my pussy and my head thumps against the table. I'm practically levitating with Harry using all his core strength to keep me level to his face. He licks a stripe up my wet lips. My mouth drops in pleasure, finally chipping away the ache that's formed rather quickly.

A moan slips from my lips. "Oh god."

"You can do better than that." He pushes his face down back to my cunt, sucking hard on my clit. My back arches and my fingers claw at my thighs.

"Fuck, that feels so good. Harry don't stop." I gasp for air. "More" He slips his middle finger in my soaking core, feeling my walls wrap around him. He curves his finger in subtle movements, allowing the slow build to burn its way through my body.

"You like that Peach? I've barely touched you and you're ready for me." He stifles a laugh and I groan in frustration. His silly little banter with himself has me feeling flustered.

"Please, cut the fucking shit," I yell in pleasure as he continues his fast finger motions. He takes his free hand and brings his thumb to my clit, circling until I'm crunching up towards him. He takes a second finger and enters me slowly this time. Barely allowing me to adjust.

"Oh fuck!" I moan with my jaw locked tight. So much is happening in such a short time, before I know it I'm coming all over his fingers.

"That's right, make a mess for me Peach. Tell me how you feel." He pressures me to speak.

"Don't stop!"

"Yes!"

"Lemme hear it, baby!" He grunts as he thrashes his hand in and out of my pussy, curving his fingers at just the right angle to make my toes curl in my stilettos.

"Harry!" I cry out, eyes rolling to the back of my head. My abs are sore and so are my legs, my body goes limp and he lays me on the table. He hovers over me kissing my damp skin. I haven't opened my eyes yet, they feel so heavy I barely have the strength to look up.

He takes his tongue and travels across my breasts and down my stomach.  I'm grabbed by my wrists and forcefully sat up. He tilts my chin up to look at him. "Look at me, Tegan."

My name coming out of his mouth had my eyes shooting open.

"Tell me to keep going." He demands.

"Keep doing." I rush out. He lifts my legs above his shoulder and whips out his cock, he positions himself at my entrance and slowly teases my hole. He sinks his tip in which elicits a grumble from the depths of Harry's chest. He teases his way in, barely moving an inch. I'm caught off guard when he slams himself in me, hitting my cervix one good time. Just to show he can.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good Peach," his voice is deep and slow. I've never heard him sound like this before. My pussy tightens around him at the nickname he's given me. "Fuck you 'till you can't walk anymore." He grabs me by my hair and pulls me to kiss him. His lips are soft and my brain is fuzzy I can't even put together a coherent sentence.

"Mhm." I moan.

He braces himself and thrusts into me again. This time it's fast and rough. With every slap of his balls against my ass, he fucks a small gasp of air out of me. From the harsh kisses to my lips, and the rough smacking of skin to my already bruised pussy I feel ready to cum again.

"Oh god, I'm close." I reach out to him, scratching at his arms and back. Trying to keep me from screaming out.

"Not so fast." He pulls out and flips me around. He spreads my legs with his foot and lifts me so I stand on my tiptoes. He places his hands on the crease of my arm and holds them behind my back. He's so hard he doesn't need hands to line himself up to my cunt. He slams into me the hardest he has tonight, grunting and heavy breathing are all that surround my ears and I'm falling further into hell because I have never felt dirtier. He licks up my back and blows a cold burst of air, blinding my senses temporarily.

"Harder." I barely get the word out.

"Gladly, now throw it back Peach or I'm going to stop" He pulls on my arms, thrusting deeper into me. My head falls foreword.

I open my eyes and see he's staring at me through the glass, sweat collects on his forehead from the workout he's putting in. His hair is stringy and his lips are red from biting them so much. He presses a wet kiss to my lips as he grabs my neck to bring me closer to him.

He bends his knees and slides back into me, from the new angle i feel a million different things, my body erupts in chills as a guttural sound escapes my body from being contorted in positions I'm not used to. I'm overstimulated, to say the least. I can't feel my feet and my head feels hot while my chest feels cold. I'm shaking consistently as he slowly pumps himself with my body.

"I'm not done with you yet." He speaks out into the room.

"I'd hope so." I giggle.

A smack echo off the walls of the office, immediately stinging begins on my right ass cheek. Adrenaline rushes through my body as he cracks down again on the same spot.

"Shit!" I screwed my eyes as my pussy clamps down again.

"I'm having so much fun seeing what's gets you off." He grunts. "How easy it is to make you cum."

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me!" I lose more of my resolve as I beg for him to do something. Crack. This time it's my left cheek.

That's gonna bruise.

"I love it when you yell at me." He pulls out and moans as he sees my juices dripping off him. He turns me around and slides two-finger across his dick, gathering some cum and shoving them in my mouth.

"Look how pretty you've made my cock." He tilts his head as he watches me suck on his fingers. "I wanna see you choke now." He pushes me down to my knees and I waste no time and shove him in my mouth. I moan at the taste of my juices mixed with his pre cum. "Show me what you got my Peach" he smiles down at me. I swirl my tongue around his tip, feeling him throb in my mouth. My eyes close in satisfaction. I push myself down on him, taking in every inch until I can't anymore. His tip is sensitive and thrusts forward accidentally causing me to choke. The small panic of not being able to breathe only encourages me to keep going. Bobbing my head at a speed that has my head feel light.

"Oh, yes." He vocalizes. "Tegan, mhm just like that." I'm so worked up I reach between my legs and begin to touch myself, wanting nothing more than to feel that so deserved orgasm. He opens his eyes to look at me in a disapproving way. He shakes his head and tisks at me. His finger sways in front of my face like I'm a cat that just knocked over the plants. He grabs my face and shoved his cock to the back of my throat. He violently fucks my mouth as his eyes squint tight and grind his teeth against his bottom lip.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He yells at me, barely able to keep his voice stable. He gives me no time to adjust to standing and bends me over. My hands are gripping my ankles and I can see him pressing his dick to my clit. He playfully glides his tip against my lips, collecting out juices and pumping his cock.

"Let me help you with that my Peach." His voice is soft, yet sounds like he's holding onto his last peace of rationality.

"Please."

He pushes himself in and stills for a second, trying not to cum from my constant clenching. It's beginning to hurt and I don't think I can manage to go any longer. I feel like I'm going to pass out. He holds me up with one arm across my torso, squeezing my hard nipple getting me to clench even hard than before. I cry out in pain as he continues his torturous mission. As he slides his fingers across my clit I feel my nails dig into my ankles. I'm trying to distract myself, need something to keep me from melting in his hands.

"Come on Tegan, let go." He comes in my ear. "I've got you Peach." His words are reassuring and make my body goes numb in pleasure.

"Harry, please." His fingers on my clit won't stop and his thrusts only get harder as I try to keep my balance.

"I wanna feel you wrap around my cock, your warm pretty pussy feels good. Oh god." He moans out his sentence.

He's in another world, gripping and pulling me into his body. It's an indescribable feeling that begins to pulse in my ears. The constant building in my stomach reaches its peak and I'm screaming my life away. Giving everything I've held back this whole time.

"Fuck me, Harry! I love it! Yes! Ah!"

"Harder?"

"Yes!"

"Anything for you, Ms. Burn."

"Oh my god!" My legs begin to cramp as the blood rushes to my head.

Harry twitches inside me no longer after.

"Peach. My Peach. Oh, Tegan. Yes! Fuck! " he doubles over in pleasure. We fall to the cold ground together, unable to catch out breaths as we ride our highs.

"That was..." I say.

"Yeah...that was..." he says.

"Yeah."

We look at each other and burst out in laughter. My mouth is so dry and the room is spinning, I don't even register the click of the emergency door opening, and footsteps approaching the office.

"Ms. Burn, Styles! Are you ok?" our co-worker comes rushing in, leaving no time to cover ourselves.

"Oh shit, sorry I heard yelling I thought you guys were... fighting." He looks around the room and falls on my breasts. Harry is quick to cover them.

"OI! Get the fuck out!" he points at him.

"Right, my bad." He focuses on the floor and walks backward. He bumps into the frame of the door. "The power will be back up shortly. Ms. Stein saved the day. She said the call went dead but she still showed up. When she did arrive the doors were locked and security couldn't get out. The electrician was called" He frantically says. "She's waiting for you down in the main hall." He rushes out the room, buying us some time to get dressed.

"Is my peach all pleased and bruised?" I roll my eyes and slap his ass, he jumps and uses the cluster of clothes to hide.

"Just peachy." I giggle out my words. "Bruised and peachy."

[rotzaprachim]

12, 17, and 18 for the asks!

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

uhhh... no one in my particular circle of people with Taste, but Jyn. not even in terms of immediate fandom disk horse, but that in the wider-off tumblr star wars cultural reception, I think that even if rogue one is remembered as that That Time SW managed to Make Another Film That Was Good, the individual characters have been kind of... swallowed up. and that's why i love her. she's such a fucking mess. she's kind of petty and mean but in the space of things feels really human and fragile and somewhere outside the sw Strong Female Character Warrior Queen thing. her introduction scene as an adult where she takes the fucking shovel and just starts swinging is one of my favorite things in sw.

i think the same could be said of a bunch of the individual characters in andor, who i deeply adore, especially cinta, vel, bix, and kleya. not that they're unpopular in the I Hate These Women Way fandom sometimes does but that you just don't really see much... about them. (i do wish things about bix's writing were different, but i am fascinated by her as a CHARACTER and the fact that not only was she part of the extremely nascent rebellion before cassian, before almost everyone we know, if you draw the lines she's probably REALLY central to the axis circuit which is.. fascinating. like because she has no reason to tell Anyone the Truth of her secret dealings, we actually know extremely little about her, and that fascinates me. also she's this woman stuck in a small town she's tied into the fabric of and that's this source of complex ennui and pain i really love seeing in genre fiction and would love to root around in some more.)

vel and cinta... HELLO... vel and cinta.... cinta and vel... my brain is always thinking about them. just a lil.

also! i think leida mothma is second only to dark vader in greatest villains of the star wars universe. she's annoying as hell and she's this generational ticking time bomb about what happens when the kids born into the empire swallow it, when they /aren't/ leia organa.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

instead of twitter misogyny i would like to see jyn/bix also jyn/bix/cassian. nothing will save us but bi threesomes.

AU's where cassian drove the van for the aldhani rock group's cringe death metal band (or, if we're placing SW into the 1970's, the aldhani group's 60's scottish folk band.)

honestly extremely attached to any kind of thing where jyn and cassian have a deep connection to each other that isn't laterally a hallmark greeting card. like i actually really find the extremely close FWB vibe with them during the rebellion era to be tremendously interesting, and i don't think fandom does enough with the whole fact that maybe a 70's space-futuristic leftist army /might/ not have the same ideas around social organisation and intimacy as a a netflix rom com OMG ARE YOU GUYS LIKE TOGETHER TOGETHER???? (like i'm sure the goss on echo base was insane but i'm also not sure it might have been That.)

Anything which recognises the Real Fact that Rogue One AU's should be set in the 1970's and everyone should be wearing 70's fashions and there should be way more oblique mentions of bellbottoms and paisley. except arguably andor might be set in the 60's. in which case they should be wearing 60's fashions.

This might be summoning snakes into my house but... you know all the stuff i said about kidfic aus? turns out what i really dislike are bad kidfic aus! because they thing is is that i think jyn and cassian's narratives are profoundly focused on the question of What It Is to be Someone's Child, and sw in general is really interested in the questions about what it is to be someone's parent and someoen's child in extremity (how well they carry this out ESPECIALLy with women is debatable) and there's a lot of room to do some seriously interesting character study work and post-war How Do We Break These Cycles work if it's something aside from the kind of bioessentialist hey guys woman's purpose Fulfilled because she's had biological children/ narrative OR the you can tell how Healed jyn and cassian are and how Over the War is cause they have two (2) biological children in space!suburbia called lyra and galen scenario, which proliferates in fandom. basically what i'm saying is there's no weird indie movie about rey climbing into cassian's car at the Jack-Q service station to steal his potato chips and him being like WHOSE KID IS THIS i have to RETURN you so this isn't KIDNAPPING [terrible flashbacks] and rey being like nooo mister and then they go on a loopy roadtrip to find her parents when of course the answer is in the journey. also nobody's written the scenario of Ye Classic Space!Road Trip to The Beach and the kids in the back seat are like BISCUIT BARON BISCUIT BARON and cassian is squinting over the top of the steering wheel because he thinks he missed the turnoff and pulling ye old Hay Comida En La Casaaaaa but Jyn's just like actually every single Biscuit Baron in the galaxy is closed, just for today, and the only thing they sell is black coffee.

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

not to be like people would Care if they were white men BUT the amount of press and buzz and fics there would be if velcinta were white men like literally shut up about white war criminal superhero x white war criminal superhero when there's antifascist lesbian guerillas shooting fascists AND wearing twee hats in the highlands while they feed sheep in their lil space!scottish brokeback moutain moments. i think they're slept on as individual characters and as a ship especially when Cinta is one of the only women of color in the modern star wars and vel's story is on some level literally about queerness, being a queer woman in a conservative society (always hiding, always changing.)

jyn and cassian's matching magical girl anime moment soulmate chrystal kyber necklaces

still boggling over the fact that cassian and jyn's Rebellion Kidnappers/Dads canonically are people with History, c'mon guys, there's an infinite amount of stuff to do with saw and luthen accidentally setting their kidnapping victims/adoptees/proteges up together. (also i'm just extremely fascinated by saw and luthen as characters, up there with Guys Fandom Sleeps on.)

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You know I don't want to make it feel like certain people shouldn't be able to vote or make theories but-

Then don't it is entirely that easy to leave people alone whose actions are not negatively affecting you. It is immensely easier than pretending to wish to avoid conflict while directly walking into it. It is even easier to show empathy and create a welcoming fandom space for people regardless of how they choose to interact with the source material. There is an endless wealth of people who will share your views and the same number of people who will not. There are so many ways to illustrate a point without creating a strawman out of others who enjoy the same thing as you do but in a way you personally find objectionable.

There is no reason to create an us vs. them mentality over these things. It's contributing to a very polarizing and negative atmosphere, and I know half of the people in this fandom are fully capable of elaborating on their points and defending their favorites without partaking in this sort of extremist behavior. Everyone should be able to vote, make theories, and have their own opinions on what exactly is going on. Saying otherwise will just lead to people growing disdainful of something they used to enjoy. If you don't like how someone else enjoys a thing then it's far easier and more enriching to work on your own expression/vocalization of your enjoyment than cut others down and try to tell them how they should express themselves.

Since trial 4 started, the Milgram fandom has gotten incredibly oppressive. It's about time people took a step back and thought about how their actions and statements in the real-world impact real people instead of concerning themselves with the wellbeing of fictional characters.

Also, if anyone wants to come at me for bringing up racial aspects regarding Milgram before stating this as a source of polarization and discomfort. It's completely fair for those aspects to be uncomfortable for some to unpack. It's also uncomfortable for me to discuss and to see overtake a fandom space I was actually comfortable within. This ties in heavily to my think about how your wording affects real people because by displaying such behavior, even in a joking way, it shows that this community is an unsafe place for certain minorities.

It has led to me debating if Milgram is something I should continue to be interested in as someone who has to face many isms and phobias in their real life. It's a hassle to write up why that isn't okay and how off-putting it can come off as.

Especially when a good deal of the vocal individuals in this community will just go x prisoner is cute, which means nothing they do can be wrong ever and regardless of if I disagree with their actions, I'll vote them Innocent on that alone or worse defend the action all together. It's uncomfortable, it's gross, and it makes the Milgram fandom unsafe to interact with and a franchise I would sooner tell individuals with similar circumstances to mine to stay away from than to watch. It's not surprising given the history individuals of color, especially black/brown people have with fandom spaces. Not even delving into Asian media specifically, but it certainly doesn't get any less annoying to deal with or see.

If that's the type of atmosphere fans of this series wish to create which at this point seems to be the case, congrats. However, if not, some reevaluation may be necessary to avoid these issues continuing to crop up. It would also be very telling if Mu's case is the only one where this issue arises, and the rest of the cases are smooth sailing.

It's not difficult to take into consideration all the clearly race related things. The stop the woke left nonsense, jokes about doctoring tapes, head canons of Mu's victim being half black, discussions around Mu's victim deserving to get stabbed and theories that despite Mu's victim being killed outside the victim attacked Mu with a chair in the classroom all being attached to Mu's case and think man wonder how the writer will spin this one not well regardless of verdict more than likely.